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AMORY, SON OF BEATRICE
SPIRES AND GARGOYLES
THE EGOTIST CONSIDERS
NARCISSUS OFF DUTY
THE DEBUTANTE
EXPERIMENTS IN CONVALESCENCE
YOUNG IRONY
THE SUPERCILIOUS SACRIFICE
THE EGOTIST BECOMES A PERSONAGE

trend, was peculiarly appropriate to universities, and the idea became 

personal to him. The silent stretches of green, the quiet halls with 

an occasional late-burning scholastic light held his imagination in 

a strong grasp, and the chastity of the spire became a symbol of this 

perception. 

 

"Damn it all," he whispered aloud, wetting his hands in the damp and 

running them through his hair. "Next year I work!" Yet he knew that 

where now the spirit of spires and towers made him dreamily acquiescent, 

it would then overawe him. Where now he realized only his own 

inconsequence, effort would make him aware of his own impotency and 

insufficiency. 

 

The college dreamed on--awake. He felt a nervous excitement that might 

have been the very throb of its slow heart. It was a stream where he was 

to throw a stone whose faint ripple would be vanishing almost as it left 

his hand. As yet he had given nothing, he had taken nothing. 

 

A belated freshman, his oilskin slicker rasping loudly, slushed along 

the soft path. A voice from somewhere called the inevitable formula, 

"Stick out your head!" below an unseen window. A hundred little sounds 

of the current drifting on under the fog pressed in finally on his 

consciousness. 

 

"Oh, God!" he cried suddenly, and started at the sound of his voice 

in the stillness. The rain dripped on. A minute longer he lay without 

moving, his hands clinched. Then he sprang to his feet and gave his 

clothes a tentative pat. 

 

"I'm very damn wet!" he said aloud to the sun-dial. 

 

***** 

 

HISTORICAL 

 

The war began in the summer following his freshman year. Beyond a 

sporting interest in the German dash for Paris the whole affair failed 

either to thrill or interest him. With the attitude he might have held 

toward an amusing melodrama he hoped it would be long and bloody. If it 

had not continued he would have felt like an irate ticket-holder at a 

prize-fight where the principals refused to mix it up. 

 

That was his total reaction. 

 

***** 

 

"HA-HA HORTENSE!" 

 

"All right, ponies!" 


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